The Exceptions
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,166
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One - Operation Journal
A/N: The story is told in diary and third person format. It will be diary entries, followed by a chapter in third person, followed by a diary entry, etc. etc. Each installment will probably be rather short. Reviews inspire me and make me write more, so if you liked it, please review!
Operation Journal
“So what, we have to make an entry now?” Came the slightly-too-loud voice of a girl. Where the voice came from was slightly harder to make out than the actual words. Eventually it could be done by process of elimination - two people on the table were most definitely male, which made the one with the shaved head the female. All three friends currently had their heads down, examining the notebooks that Nick had given out. Well, except for Nick himself - he’d already started writing, though he paused to answer.
“Yes, Myra… make an entry now…” The brunette said in a slightly impatient tone before pushing his glasses up his nose and returning to writing. The third male was watching Nick closely, nibbling slightly at the pen in his mouth as he did so.
“Why the fuck do we have to do it right now?” Myra demanded. Nick rolled his dark brown eyes and slammed his pen down on his desk, making it clear that he was annoyed at the interruption to his writing.
“You don’t…” he seethed. “You just need to do it during school hours so that I can make sure that you’re writing in it every day, now leave me alone, I’m trying to write. You may as well get it over with,
Myra…” With that the slender male once again returned to writing, leaving Myra to huff and curse at him. J.D.’s clear green eyes were lit up with amusement at his friends’ arguing, though he didn’t seem to take them from Nick. He looked especially good today - J.D. couldn’t tell why.
The oldest and certainly the richest of the three shifted slightly and turned his attention to the blank pages before him long enough to take the pen from his mouth and write one sentence. Then his attention turned back to the other male as he tucked the pen away behind an ear, out of sight behind bright pink locks, styled so that it looked like he’s just crawled out of bed after a night of wild sex. The dye was temporary, of course - J.D. changed hair colour about once a week. He was dressing to clash today in a pair of bright orange baggy pants and a neon blue tank top that hugged his top half almost sinfully. It really did hurt your eyes to look at him, and he certainly drew attention.
“New pair of jeans?” he asked Nick, still trying to place what was different about him. Both Nick and Myra shot him a surprised look at the question, Nick grunting an affirmative as he self-consciously straightened his black shirt and smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the body-hugging jeans. As Nick stood, J.D. was sure it was those jeans. They were mouth-watering. He shifted again, glad he was wearing baggy pants and smiling just a little as he tapped his pen against perfectly straight, white teeth.
Nick stared. J.D. stared back. At that exact moment the bell rang, ruining the moment. J.D. sighed and got up, stuffing the rest of his packed lunch into his bag and slipping the new notebook inside. He was just going along with this whole diary thing because Nick wanted him to - it wasn’t like he needed the money. It might even prove useful, he didn’t really know and didn’t care.
The three friends said their farewells and went to separate class, J.D. and Nick heading for Drama whereas Myra was free until next lesson.
Operation Journal was going to be a success, Nick could feel it.
Operation Journal
“So what, we have to make an entry now?” Came the slightly-too-loud voice of a girl. Where the voice came from was slightly harder to make out than the actual words. Eventually it could be done by process of elimination - two people on the table were most definitely male, which made the one with the shaved head the female. All three friends currently had their heads down, examining the notebooks that Nick had given out. Well, except for Nick himself - he’d already started writing, though he paused to answer.
“Yes, Myra… make an entry now…” The brunette said in a slightly impatient tone before pushing his glasses up his nose and returning to writing. The third male was watching Nick closely, nibbling slightly at the pen in his mouth as he did so.
“Why the fuck do we have to do it right now?” Myra demanded. Nick rolled his dark brown eyes and slammed his pen down on his desk, making it clear that he was annoyed at the interruption to his writing.
“You don’t…” he seethed. “You just need to do it during school hours so that I can make sure that you’re writing in it every day, now leave me alone, I’m trying to write. You may as well get it over with,
Myra…” With that the slender male once again returned to writing, leaving Myra to huff and curse at him. J.D.’s clear green eyes were lit up with amusement at his friends’ arguing, though he didn’t seem to take them from Nick. He looked especially good today - J.D. couldn’t tell why.
The oldest and certainly the richest of the three shifted slightly and turned his attention to the blank pages before him long enough to take the pen from his mouth and write one sentence. Then his attention turned back to the other male as he tucked the pen away behind an ear, out of sight behind bright pink locks, styled so that it looked like he’s just crawled out of bed after a night of wild sex. The dye was temporary, of course - J.D. changed hair colour about once a week. He was dressing to clash today in a pair of bright orange baggy pants and a neon blue tank top that hugged his top half almost sinfully. It really did hurt your eyes to look at him, and he certainly drew attention.
“New pair of jeans?” he asked Nick, still trying to place what was different about him. Both Nick and Myra shot him a surprised look at the question, Nick grunting an affirmative as he self-consciously straightened his black shirt and smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the body-hugging jeans. As Nick stood, J.D. was sure it was those jeans. They were mouth-watering. He shifted again, glad he was wearing baggy pants and smiling just a little as he tapped his pen against perfectly straight, white teeth.
Nick stared. J.D. stared back. At that exact moment the bell rang, ruining the moment. J.D. sighed and got up, stuffing the rest of his packed lunch into his bag and slipping the new notebook inside. He was just going along with this whole diary thing because Nick wanted him to - it wasn’t like he needed the money. It might even prove useful, he didn’t really know and didn’t care.
The three friends said their farewells and went to separate class, J.D. and Nick heading for Drama whereas Myra was free until next lesson.
Operation Journal was going to be a success, Nick could feel it.